by Alice Christian

I am silence
you may not possess me
you may not write about me
I wreathe your head
ring in your ears
carry the soul
of the morning
waking outside
your window

not just quiet
but quiet made visible
footsteps of quiet
leaves of quiet
bones of quiet

I take hold of your mind
             for these minutes
you are nothing but your breath
you may not tell others about me
you are not free to be anyone
             but yourself

your thoughts are clouds
puffed just above you
watch them tumble away
like smoke from wildfire

sometimes thoughts
stick stubbornly
rain into your brain
seeping deeper

but your voice breaks me
drawn out Om resonating
vibrating your nerves with the universe
till it’s time to rise